After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night Chapter 37: This is Alice York’s Fate

Kyle Churchill had a custom-modified supercar with a flashy design and color.

He opened the passenger-side door for Alice York like a gentleman. "No woman has ever sat in my passenger seat before. You’re the first, Miss York."

A sharp wind whipped across Alice York’s face. She lifted a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "And will I be the only one?"

Kyle Churchill smiled. "As long as you’re willing, you’ll be the only one."

Alice York didn’t reply, simply bending down and getting into the car.

The supercar tore down the wide avenue, its engine roaring deafeningly.

Alice York soon discovered that Kyle Churchill was a maniac behind the wheel. He sped and cut off other cars. If anyone drove even a little too slowly, his road rage would flare up, and a stream of profanities would pour from his mouth.

The other drivers would see his license plate and, though furious, wouldn’t dare say a word, letting him run rampant through the streets of Washington.

Alice York tried to bear it, but she finally couldn’t hold back any longer. "Kyle Churchill!"

Kyle Churchill, humming a tune, spared a mont to respond.

Alice York asked, "Is it okay if I throw up in your car?"

"..."

The supercar screeched to a halt at the side of the road.

Alice York lifted a hand to her mouth as if she was about to be sick. Kyle Churchill, who loved his car more than his own life, had eyes as wide as saucers. "Get out! Don’t you dare throw up in my car!"

Alice York lowered her hand, her expression returning to normal. "So, Young Mr. Churchill couldn’t keep up the act for long."

It dawned on Kyle Churchill that he’d been played. "You were testing ?"

Alice York was unruffled. "I just don’t understand. It’s obvious you don’t like , Young Mr. Churchill, so why insist on asking out?"

Kyle Churchill misunderstood her. "Are you mad that I was just focused on driving and wasn’t paying attention to you?"

"How could you be only focused on driving, Young Mr. Churchill? Screaming curses at people is a skill in itself. I’m very impressed." Alice York had decided to drop the act, no longer afraid of offending him.

Kyle Churchill clicked his tongue against his cheek. "You’re full of surprises, Miss York. It seems you’re not so dull and boring after all."

Alice York pressed her lips into a thin line.

’She’d thought that by shattering the first impression she made on him yesterday, she could make him lose interest. She never expected it would only make him more intrigued.’

’She should have just pretended to be mute for the entire ride.’

Alice York pushed the door open and got out. Kyle Churchill imdiately followed. "Where are you going, Miss York?"

Alice York looked back at Kyle Churchill, who was standing on the other side of the car.

’Honestly, she wanted to run.’

’To just bolt toward the crowds without a second thought, hide herself away, and never be found by any of them. But of course, that was just a fantasy.’

Kyle Churchill shut his door and walked toward her. "Don’t want to ride anymore? Feel like taking a walk instead?"

Alice York gave him a smile, but her tone was cool. "Yes. If I said I wanted to take a walk down the street, would Young Mr. Churchill find that too boring?"

Kyle Churchill shrugged. "Why would it be boring? Going for a walk is fun. I’ve never really been on a date with a girl, so I didn’t even think of it. Good thing you reminded , Miss York."

Alice York couldn’t quite figure Kyle Churchill out.

But her intuition told her he was two-faced.

The impatience was real, but so was his attempt to humor her.

"Miss York, if you keep staring at like that, I’ll start to think you’re interested in , too." Kyle Churchill leaned in, his handso face suddenly looming large in front of her.

Alice York took a step back. "Narcissism is a sickness."

Kyle Churchill stepped forward, closing the distance. "You’re a doctor. You can cure ."

Alice York stood her ground, eting his gaze. "My research focuses mainly on cerebrovascular diseases."

Kyle Churchill raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Alice York smiled. "I specialize in treating ntal illness."

Kyle Churchill: "..."

Seeing Kyle Churchill at a loss for words, Alice York finally felt so of the frustration that had been building inside her dissipate.

She turned and stepped up onto the curb. "Young Mr. Churchill, I’m not familiar with the streets in Washington. Is it more bustling if we go straight down this street, or the one across from us?"

Kyle Churchill followed, his expression sour. "There isn’t a single street in Washington that isn’t bustling."

Alice York decided to quit while she was ahead and didn’t provoke him any further. She chose the street across from them.

At that mont, unnoticed by anyone, an inconspicuous black sedan pulled up silently behind Kyle Churchill’s supercar.

Mason Cheney sat inside. He pulled his gaze away and picked up his phone to make a call.

When the call connected, Mason Cheney lowered his voice. "Third Master."

The voice that ca from the other end was icy cold. "What’s their location?"

Mason Cheney hurried to answer, "Miss York and Kyle Churchill got out of the car near Shrine Street. Right now... Kyle Churchill is accompanying Miss York on a walk through Shrine Street."

The other end of the line went silent.

Mason Cheney quickly added, "Miss York seems very reluctant. She’s actively keeping her distance from Kyle Churchill and seems extrely unwilling to be with him."

After a long mont, Mason Cheney heard a grunt of acknowledgnt from the other end, followed by an order: "Keep a close watch on them."

"I’m on my way to follow them now."

Mason Cheney put on a mask, pushed the car door open, and got out. He started walking, expecting the person on the other end to hang up first, but the call remained active. He had no choice but to slow his pace, keeping the phone pressed to his ear.

Wyatt Sterling’s tone was low and solemn. "Protect her."

Mason Cheney affird, "I understand. Don’t worry, Third Master."

Wyatt Sterling hung up, tossed his phone aside, and grabbed his jacket on his way out.

lody Lancaster had woken up late. She had just finished washing up when she saw Wyatt Sterling heading out, and she imdiately hurried after him. "Wyatt, where are you going?"

"To see soone off."

lody Lancaster was completely baffled. Not knowing what was happening, she quickened her pace to follow and see for herself.

Outside the main gate, a van was parked. Its fra was shaking continuously, and a significant commotion could be heard from inside.

lody Lancaster thought soone was getting impatient and fooling around in the van and was too embarrassed to look. But then the window rolled down, and she saw Owen Sterling’s face, incandescent with rage—

"Wyatt Sterling!"

Owen Sterling was bound hand and foot inside the van. He looked completely disheveled, as if he’d been struggling for a long ti, his eyes practically bursting with fury.

"Grandpa’s old and muddled, but are you muddled, too?"

lody Lancaster was stunned by the scene. She hurried to Wyatt Sterling’s side. "Wyatt, what’s going on? Why is Owen tied up?"

Wyatt Sterling didn’t answer, striding toward Owen. Owen imdiately lunged for the open window, but a bodyguard beside him pinned him by the shoulder and advised, "It’ll be easier if you don’t struggle, sir."

Owen roared, "Let go!"

The bodyguard didn’t budge.

Owen turned his head to face the approaching Wyatt Sterling, spitting out each word, "Alice is still a Sterling, no matter what! The Sterlings can’t do this to her! It isn’t fair! Third Uncle!"

Wyatt Sterling said coolly, "In what way is she a Sterling?"

Hearing this, the shock in Owen Sterling’s eyes was second only to the ti he’d heard Silas Sterling say they were "giving Alice York to the Churchill Family."

His eyes reddened at the rims, and his voice was firm. "Alice York ca into the Sterling family with Second Aunt sixteen years ago! Except for not changing her last na, she is a Sterling through and through!"

The smile on Wyatt Sterling’s face turned chilling. "Since you admit she’s a Sterling, then you should also know that every Sterling has a mission to fulfill."

Owen’s pupils contracted.

Wyatt Sterling said, enunciating each word, "This is Alice York’s mission."